Dylan returned to the cabin in somewhat of a stupor. Had he been thinking properly, he would’ve gone back to his own cabin, put the file away, and headed back over to Dean’s to play ping pong.
“What in the world was that?” Shane asked, a laugh bubbling out of his mouth. “Did you fancy her or something?”
“Fancy her?” Dylan scoffed, heat rising to his face. Had he been that obvious? “Who talks like that?”
Kurt handed him a cup of coffee like he belonged in this cabin with these older, established men. Dylan looked at it and took a sip, nearly spitting it out when he said, “He’s interested for sure.”
“Come on,” he said. “I was just asking her questions.”
“Yeah,” Shane said. “Like, ‘how can I get your phone number so I can ask you to dinner?’” He laughed again and clapped Dylan on the bac
